Post-Hell Dean who wakes up whimpering with his hands covering his groin, feeling wetness on his skin. For a moment he can’t move, he knows it’s all real, somehow what happened in hell still exists here, he can feel the blood covering his lower body, he knows if he looks there will be torn flesh and emptiness where his dick once was, Alastair’s scorn and violations carved into his body. His heart beats so fast, he can’t breathe, he silently gasps for air and finally smells something wrong, stumbles to turn on the light even if he’s terrified, and when he figures out he pissed himself in his sleep Dean can’t tell if he’s more relieved or embarrassed













